Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 51

Lucien's P.O.V.

I cannot remember the last time I had such an enjoyable night. I have Bella tucked tightly against me as we all sit by the fire telling stories about growing up. When the questions directed at me get a little too personal for me to comment on, Bella assumes the position of protector and quickly answers for me, sticking as close to the truth as possible. She smiles sheepishly and tells everyone, "We just spent all day getting to know each other better, sorry if I spoke over you Lucien," she says with a small smirk. I gesture for her to go right ahead, I certainly do not mind. At one point, she directs the conversation away from my past by saying, "Did you guys know Lucien and his Dad live in the Willows old place?" which spurred a lot of talk about myths and the local haunted house. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from smiling when Bella makes up a story about where I came from. She deserves a reward for all her hard work keeping my secret safe, so I place her between my knees and start rubbing her shoulders, neck and back. Her skin is so soft, so kissable, that I don't know how I manage to keep my desire under control. Her quiet groan of "Oh God," when I release a knot in her shoulder gets my blood boiling, and I have to remember we are sitting around a campfire with witnesses. I can't do anything more than pull her back against me, shifting so she can feel what she always, inevitably, does to me. She pats my thigh gently as if to say, "poor baby," but I'm feeling everything but unlucky. As the dinner winds down and it's time to start cleaning up, Bella moves away from me to help, but Scarlet and Liz tell her to stay seated since she we did all the set up and cooking.

I smile, leaning back with Bella between my legs, my arms positioned under her breasts while we continue to converse with our friends around the fire. Every once in a while I flex my hips to get a little friction for my aching hard on, and even though I cannot see it, I sense the side of her mouth quirk. Once in a while she shifts so I don't have to, and I squeeze her gently in appreciation. Then I realize she's trying to determine the best way she can move so my breath hitches, so I trap the shell of her ear between my lips, causing her skin to erupt in goose bumps. I know Trish is scrutinizing my every move to make sure I am not being disingenuous toward her friend, so I do not take things too far, but I cannot wait to get Bella alone in our tent. Mick interrupts my thoughts when he asks, "Hey Lucien, do you have any more weed?" 

Bella starts giggling and squirming in my lap when I don't release her ear, and very quickly I realize this is not an advantageous position for me to be in. I am on fire for her. She doesn't realize how close I am to picking her up and dragging her into the woods like a caveman. I let go of Bella's ear and turn to Mick. "Yeah, in the left hand pannier of my bike," I tell him, "the papers should be in there too."

"Mind if I roll a few?" he asks, getting up from where he was sitting beside Liz.

"Be my guest," I tell him, picking Bella up and settling her across my thighs to hide my erection from our friends. She nestles her head against my shoulder and starts playing with the hair on back of my head. "Do you want a blunt?" I ask her, running my hand gently down her leg.

"Sure," she says, "but it's probably going to put me right to sleep," she says contentedly.

"Then I'll make sure you get to bed safely," I tell her, feeling her smile against my neck.

Mick hands me a joint and says, "We were talking earlier while you and Bella went on your hike. A storm is coming in that wasn't on the Doppler when we made plans to came out here, so we figured we'd leave tomorrow instead of Monday."

I shrug my shoulder. "Works for me," I tell him, lighting up and inhaling. Unbeknownst to all of them except the exceptional woman sitting on my lap, I cannot wait to get home. I pass the joint to Bella who also takes a long drag, holding it in for as long as she can before she exhales. I exhale along side her, then pull her into a lingering kiss. I can taste the weed on her tongue, and she smiles lazily up at me. After a few more puffs, I feel her relax completely against me, so I whisper in her ear, "Let's go to bed."

"But your joint," she murmurs quietly, already half asleep.

"We can smoke it another time," I tell her, putting it out with my moistened fingers. "Come on. I'll walk you to the restroom."